Oh, there are gobs more, but these I think I can quite easily incorporate in my daily conversation. I want to stay hip, for heaven's sake. And, that's another thing........when we were teenagers, we were "hip" if we were way cool and up on things. Then the term "hippy" came to identify a group of young people who ventured away from the norm and took a carefree-and-don't-tell-me-what-to-do lifestyle. Now, when I look in the mirror, the word "hippy" presents me with yet another completely different meaning.

So, next time we see each other, please don't get befuzzeled, or give me a stinkeye, if you see me wearing my frocs. My toes are tired of being squozen in regular shoes! Due to my boomeritis, today I'm simply going to chillax and fantasize about a hunkalicious frood. I think it's too cold outside for porching, so will stay indoors. Maybe we'll start the oven and bake something scrumpdiddlyumptious. It's okay for me to do all this, cuz I did my vollie work earlier in the week.

Ta-ta!

A Bit of Humor: The bride said she wanted three children, while the young husband said two would be enough for him. They discussed this discrepancy for a few minutes until the husband thought he'd put an end to things by saying boldly, "After our second child, I'll just have a vasectomy." Without a moment's hesitation, the bride retorted, "Well, I hope you'll love the third one just as if it's your own."

About Me

Welcome to my gypsy blog. I'm devoting 2016 to taking a virtual tour around the world. Continent by continent, country by country, day by day, I plan to stop and see snips and snaps of all 197 countries on our 7 continents.
Like all tours, I'll have to decide what I want to see, where I want to stop, and what to include. At the end of the year, my blog will be made into a one-edition book.
How can one leave this world without having seen it.